When I was a kid, we'd vacation in the UP, and "bear watching" at the Curtis dump the young lovers' equivalent of "watching the submarine races" at other parking spots. Did a lot to encourage my further pursuit of split-tail but killed any desire I might have had to shoot a baited bear.

Flat loved getting to go with some fellows running them with hounds in the mountains of eastern WVa, but wouldn't want to shoot one that way, either. "Different strokes..." so please know I'm speaking for myself and not "judging".